Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.